Every man's memory is his private literature.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array read more

The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array of remembrance.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.

Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with read more

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.